What is the point in this?
In this life? In this writing?
I don't know. I wish I did.
I want to make a point, let me show you;
Life sucks right?
People are horrible
Parents don't understand
Friends don't care
Teachers don't notice
So what's the point? Right. There isn't one.
There's more than one. There's hundreds, thousands even.
Think about this: A little girl running barefoot with flowers in her hair, chasing butterflies. An orange sunset over a cotton field after a long day. Thousands of stars winking at you from miles away every night before you go to bed.
These are only a few of the things in this world that are good. There are so many good things out there, waiting for you.
Go find them.
10.16.16
YOU ARE READING
naïve
Poetryan ongoing collection of the ups and downs of my life in poetry from around October 2016 up until the present date :)
